Description: Whore, goddamn, and childhood are all profanities-- but like all things, they have their place.
Didn't I mean to stop using greek mythology as a crutch? Whoops.
Cronus castrated his father with a scythe and then usurped him. Later, he swallowed his own children out of fear, but was tricked by his wife into eating a stone instead of his youngest son (Zeus). He then vomited up all his other children and was usurped by Zeus after a great battle.
In the Greek universal flood myth (much akin to the Noah's Ark story), the two sole survivors received an oracle at the temple of Themis to cast stones behind them. Where those stones fell, a new generation of people sprung up.
So, yes. I mashed together two myths.
Scythen is not a word, but I couldn't figure out a valid way to say scythe-like.
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Love is lust's
anticlimax.
Tomorrow I will sneak out
like a child, abuse a
stranger, pretend to be
a whore on the sidewalk.
And I will say to teenagers:
bare your scythen-teeth
while you can, you poor
goddamn Cronuses.
I will swallow a stone
and throw it up again, cast it
behind me. It will be
nothing more and likely less
than a childhood.
Fingers, and teeth, when they're reaching share a great intimacy.
Wanting is greater than having, isn't it? The longing can cause such a wonderful anticipation and a desire to possess...but once held, rarely does anything live up to itself.
And so it is with love. Wanting, waiting, then to find that the hunt is so fulfilling; the kill hollow as a homunculus.
What a wretched thing to think, to say, to be one's own anticlimax. I read it and think of all the potential inside myself that I can't tap into. Trapped beneath the burdens of a mortal existence - but even with limitless time would I be able to reach out and above?
And yes - childhood is a profanity. It is responsible for such great pain and trouble. We build so many foolish monuments in youth and expect them to remain pristine as years march by. Then we cry foul when we see what rain, wind, and sun do to things left in the weeds.
I know you wanted to say 'scythe like' but what about :
"...bare your teeth like scythes
while you can, you poor
goddamn Cronuses."
As for the stones tossed out and less than childhood - what is a seed?
Infinitely less, perhaps, than even a foetus slumbering in a womb.
(For the record I do not think you use mythology as a crutch...mining imagery is not the same thing as a crutch at all. If it is then we are all cripples.)
i liked the poem, nice idea rewriting these 2 myths,in your own words,the way i take it is that most children or teenagers rebel against their parents,in the myth about the young couple in the cave throwing stones over their shoulder, which turned into humans, and supposedly better ones at that.in your poem you want to swallow a stone, throw it over your shoulder but you realise that when it turns into a "human" it will first of all have to go through childhood.(something that you do not have good memories about, and you do not wish this upon anyone)or maybe i,m on the wrong track, interesting poem i liked it.
take care
ger
hmmm... that didnt come out right.
i want to tell you i love you but well... love is lusts anticlimax so im not sure what to say in its place.
im glad you prefaced the myths you mashed together as that brings a whole lot more meaning to the imagery for me but it would work without the knowledge too on some level or other.
the last line is killer. it completely stumped me and left me dead. i am my own anticlimax... i cannot even begin to explain what my mind does when i allow it to open to such an idea.
interesting that childhood is a profanity.
gah you just amaze me
very interesting to-do list.
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